Tears started to flow by themselves, blurring my vision. My hand was still holding the knife to the side of his chest where blood flowed effortlessly. I couldn't let go of my hold on the knife. But why was I crying? He was neither someone I knew nor I had known in my entire existence. Yet my heart felt like breaking apart.
"Take this dagger and get through that door already!" he yelled as he fell to his knees.
He sunk the knife deeper and I only held onto it to prevent him from taking it in any further. I put my forehead on his shoulder, quivering from the effort to yank his hand away.
"Why are you doing this?" I cried. "You remind me of a past event that I wish to forget."
